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Poetry

This is a new collection of poems. Themes include depression, death, grief, trauma and mental illness. Read at your own discretion. Thank you!

Mortalitus

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by aesinclaire

by aesinclaire

If you were the sun, then I was Icarus

Soaring on paraffin promises

And feathers as numerous as the nights in your arms,

Never heeding the words of sweet Daedalus,

They meant little in the shade of your hips

But daylight is an arrogant lover that bleeds into lavender horizons

I built these wings to chase you, love,

And in those sweet moments before the fall, I tasted your light,

Burning my tongue and damning my voice,

That sweet communion of what I was once and

My bones bled to ash, and my eyes were blind for you

But those wings were ripped from my spine,

And who could have said that living could feel so much like dying?

And that burning could feel so much like becoming?

But those stars were innumerable in your absence, love,

The night I became something I could not recognize

And the sweet songs ringing in my ears,

Promised that I would be one with the wind and sky,

And that the stars were once lovers too